“ I want to be loved so badly, it verges on mild insanity. ”
Let's see if I can write about something other than my heart.
~ Gary Shteyngart
In contravention of my belief that any life ending in death is essentially pointless, I needed my friends to open up that plastic bag and take one last look at me. Someone had to remember me, if only for a few more minutes in the vast silent waiting room of time.
Reading is entering into the consciousness of another human being.
There's nothing wrong with her except she's completely fucked up.
